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The Greasy Strangler
Directed by: Jim Hosking
Written by: Toby Harvard, Jim Hosking
Starring: Michael St. Michaels, Sky Elobar, Elizabeth De Razzo
Synopsis: A father and son compete for a woman’s love when an oily strangler begins stalking the streets at night.
Genre: Dark comedy
Resources: IMDb, Where to stream
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What it is.
A spoiler-free description of the movie.
A father and son compete for a woman’s love when an oily strangler begins stalking the streets at night.
If you like these things, then you’ll like the film.
→ The most flagrantly bizarre and also gross things. We recommend all sorts of movies. Oscar winners. Cult classics. Indie darlings. I’m genuinely certain The Greasy Strangler fits no preexisting category of film, and probably never will.
→ Adult Swim Infomercials. Remember Too Many Cooks and all those other parody Informercials on Adult Swim? If you liked the way those made you feel, you will love this one.
→ “Okay so now I’m shit-scared, Janet!” If reading this sentence made you laugh, it’s one of many very stupid things said in the film.
→ What the fuck just happened? I laughed my ass off, and you will too — IF AND ONLY IF you like comically strange, crude, unusual visuals and humor and gags. Like an eighty-year-old serial strangler screaming while running himself through a carwash to degrease his naked body.
What I think.
I’m going to be frank with you. Drew and I are sort of idiots, at least sometimes. Our wives joke often that for two passably intelligent people, we can be so very tragically stupid.
A long time ago, I sat next to my notoriously squeamish father on a Saturday night. I was home for the weekend from school, and we were looking for something to watch. Around this same time, Human Centipede was a cultural moment, and I’d not seen it yet. I looked at my dad, who hadn’t heard of it because he wasn’t much of a movie guy, and said ‘Let’s try Human Centipede. I’ve heard it’s good.’ I knew exactly what kind of film it was, and you can call me selfish for not warning him. I know the truth: that this was not an act of intentional selfishness, but rather a moment of sheer stupidity in which I entirely forgot the kind of person my father was. Someone who refused to return to a restaurant he’d been frequenting for years because one time, there was a server with an oddly-shaped mole on their hands. Someone who often said he would have been a great doctor, if he could only stand the sight of blood.
This is what I’m afraid of when I tell people to watch The Greasy Strangler. It’s not a horror movie, but like Human Centipede, it’s the sort of movie with a very specific audience. The ones who liked shows like Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! So, I don’t tell everyone to watch it. But when I’m with someone who’ll like it, it’s very obvious, and I tell them it is one of the most delightfully stupid and weird and unusual things they will ever watch.
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A fact or two about the production that makes you say “oh, neat.”
→ The director and lead actor both stress-vomited at the film’s premiere. During the 2016 Sundance Film Festival both had to leave their in-progress screening to stress-vomit. The same day, a cast member declared that “the first time I saw [the film], I was appalled.” Another cast member recalled, after reading the script, he called the director and asked: “What the fuck is this? Are you making a porno, man?”
→ The production required six different prosthetic penises. Producer Josh C. Waller: “We would laugh about those when we would prep because the amount of emails that went back and forth with the word ‘cock,’ ‘penis’ or ‘dick’ in it … with pictures ...”
→ Elijah Wood is a producer on the film. It’s part of a slate of films made by the production company he runs, called SpectreVision, along with filmmakers Daniel Noah and Josh C. Waller. The stated goal of the company is to tell "heartfelt, character driven stories tackling real emotional and social issues that test the boundaries of the genre space." Mission accomplished.
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